| High o’er the coast of Alaska he flies
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| Wide 'cross the prairies he covers the skies
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| A picture of courage and beauty, a symbol of freedom and right
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| Riding the winds through the mountains
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| Guided by nature, an occasional eagle in flight
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| When the shore ice is melting in Kodiak Bay
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| Knowing that Spring is well on its way
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| He calls to his mate of a lifetime, to a yearly nest in the thorn
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| Planting the egg in the branches
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| And with God’s assistance, an occasional eagle is born
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| And he flies, covering the land
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| Stirring the hearts through all generations of man
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| Poets tell of his bearing, truth on a feathery wind
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| Painters paint from inspiration
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| A beautiful picture that only a memory can bring
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| When I was younger and without a care
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| For granted I thought he would always be there
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| But now I only hear stories that the great bird of truth is alive
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| With a fist in my pocket I’m prayin'
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| An eternal prayer the great bird of truth will survive
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| And he flies, covering the land
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| Stirring the hearts through all generations of man
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| A picture of courage and beauty, a symbol of freedom and right
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| Riding the winds through the mountains
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| Guided by nature, an occasional eagle in flight |